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knowing that broken winds
still blow and scrape against a wound
incurable like the heart cancer
you gave me.
the less people talk --
more painful memories
before tears wash it all away
and Jewel is made to save again.
my smooth stone made rough
in the diamond rose bush
you gave me when the real ones
became too expensive.
who knew the pain
of a million kisses
when all i wanted was one
solitary hug.
still blow and scrape against a wound
incurable like the heart cancer
you gave me.
the less people talk --
more painful memories
before tears wash it all away
and Jewel is made to save again.
my smooth stone made rough
in the diamond rose bush
you gave me when the real ones
became too expensive.
who knew the pain
of a million kisses
when all i wanted was one
solitary hug.
Literature
Water
(Your POV)
It’s like liking a wine. A pure, alluring, irritating, mindless and lovely glass of wine. You get in the habit of one- not one like a drug , but still one to take you pretty over the edge. It’s tasty, mindless and your lost like a love lost fool. You get over it eventually, like you would with a past love or crush. What you need, what you want and always did was… water. The only thing that can cure you, ease you and give your mind relief is a glass of water. Because water is pure, healthy. It does not deceive your mind like other juices and illustrious things. It lets your mind breathe, think and live- it lets
Literature
Screaming Under My Breath ...
Screaming Under my Breathlessness…
The unexpected moments of remembrances strangle
I am not that strong anymore …
I miss you - more than him
Literature
The Drowning
The water is all around me,
Dancing shadows on the ceiling,
The surface is moving slowly,
Faces and images haunt me,
I’m overwhelmed by the feelings.
The water’s crawling over me,
Scary shadows on the ceiling,
My heart keeps pounding painfully,
The tears are falling endlessly
And the pain never stops growing.
The water is now above me,
Blurry shadows on the ceiling,
It’s getting hard for me to breathe,
It’s getting hard for me to see,
As I am peacefully drowning.
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leaving devart and giving you all my last poem i have written. i'm sorry for everything...
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Well hon, San, rachel. You've been something of a mystery. Not quite tragic and yet not quite an angel either. I can relate to the line "one solitary hug". It is very much what I wanted several years ago. Maybe today aswell. I will email you still. I would like to continue our friendship. The poem is so true. Filled with what is given and what is really needed. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you that one hug. But, there's someone in this world that can.
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